There was a little boy whose name was Tommy Brown. He lived in a village not far from a town.
One windy day the little boy was walking down a lane, holding a stick in his small hand. He did not know that it was a magical stick, for he found it laying on the sand. He took it home and wrote his name on it, to that mark the stick was his. Then as he was waving it around, it slip off his hand and flew towards the west.
A small blue bird was flying towards the south, to go back to its nest. Then suddenly it collided with the stick, and the poor little bird fell into a nest. It thought the nest was his, but actually it was not.
The magic stick continued its flight, and flew towards the west. Then it flew straight into a tree and got stuck in between the leaves. A big squirrel climbed up the tree, shaking the branches and the stick fell down hitting a cat. The cat attacked the stick till it flew up and caught by a red-breasted robin.
The robin flew high up in the sky, with the stick in its beak. But as it turned left, the stick slipped down towards a park. It fell onto a little boy who was playing on a swing. He looked at the stick, pick it up and started laughing. He then threw it high up and the stick flew away to the other side of the park. Some joggers saw it coming and they kicked the stick before it could land on the park.
The stick again departed on a journey, this time to a small house where lived a family of nine. It fell on the roof but the strong wind blew it up again. It landed on their car that was on the way to a ranch. The car hit a bump and the stick jumped onto a tree branch.
As it landed on the tree, a raven held its claw tightly to the branch, then moving to its nest. The black raven hit the stick and the stick fell onto a hawk that was swooping down for a lunch which was a white mice. The hawk then flew away with the stick on its back, and it took the stick high up to the sky. It flew far, far away over the farms and meadows, to search for another prey.
On a beautiful meadow, there was a farmer with his white and black cows. Then out came a rabbit, and it ran towards the cows. The hawk saw the rabbit, and it swooped to catch its prey. As the hawk jerked, the stick fell down into a big apple tree. The stick fell through the branches and down the big tree.
Down came the stick, until it hit a boy’s head. The boy looked at the stick and saw his name on it! So, the sad little boy had got his stick back. It was the stick that he accidentally let go a few days back.
The happy little boy took the stick home, waving the stick like a little wand. He could never guess how far had the stick went before it got back in his hand. Over the trees, from a village to a town, over the farms and the meadows to get back into his hand.